Tears make beautiful poets, silent ones even more so. Melancholy bleeding into words, seething with pain, seeking relief. Searching for morphine in entangled thoughts.
But its the carefree mind thats the ultimate narcotic. An expanse of ultimate wilderness, days blending with nights into dawn. A glimpse of utopia always present within arms reach. Maybe it was always this easy , maybe it was always there.
The blissful state of ignorance.While it lasts.
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But its the carefree mind thats the ultimate narcotic. An expanse of ultimate wilderness, days blending with nights into dawn. A glimpse of utopia always present within arms reach. Maybe it was always this easy , maybe it was always there.
The blissful state of ignorance.While it lasts.
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